Four days out of Aukland
We picked up survivors of a drifting wreck
A curious breed from the southern seas
They carried an idol of a loathsome god
Deformed and wretched
Peeling skin and distended eyes
Pilgrims searching for a promised land
Hidden beneath the waves
The old ones will rise again
Their shaman uttered through ulcered lips
It was then that the fiends took arms
Stormed the bridge and captured the ship
They set course for a storm
Building upon the eastern horizon
And fell upon the crew
With twisted knives teeth and claws
From the waves
Rise gruesome spires
Siesmic effigy
From primal days
Oh behold
Rising from the sea
A million years of screaming terror insanity and grief
Don't look to christ to save our souls
The sun has died in the leaden skies
For these are the final days
We approached an island
Newly risen from the sea
Upon it stood a collosal city
The kingdom of the beast
Our captors, rejoicing fiends
Dragged us all ashore
In a screaming frenzy
Forced us to open a titanic door
From the bowels of the festering pit
We heard the tyrants call
A slithering horror
A mountain of flesh
From the darkness the nightmare crawled
Stars wheeled strange bells peeled
Madness a thousand ways
As we beheld the lord of R'lyeh
Herald of the end of days